Page 155 of Vicious Hearts

I want itvicious.

His hand slide into the back of my hair. I shiver with anticipation. He grips it tightly, and I moan as I watch his cock swell even more.

“Be a good girl andswallowmy fucking cock.”

He thrusts, pushing the bulging head past my lips as I whimper. Adrenaline and explosive lust roar in my ears and tingle over my skin as Cillian roughly shoves his huge dick deep into the back of my throat. I gag, but when he pulls back, I reach up and dig my nails into his hips, stopping him.

“Bad girl…”

I moan as he pulls back only to fuck his way roughly back inside. His hips pound, his swollen cock thrusting past my puffy lips and over my tongue to bury itself in my throat. My eyes water, drool and precum dripping down his cock and my chin as I look up at him.

Letting himuse me.

Wanting him to. Craving it.

Unbelievablywetbecause of it.

“Spread your fucking legs.”

I whimper as I do it.

“Now show me how a greedy little cum slut plays with her messy pussy while she gets her mouth fucked.”

It’s embarrassing how quickly my hand shoves between my legs under my skirt and burrows into my panties. I shudder the second my fingers find and roll over my clit, alreadyso close. I whimper, choking and sputtering as I drool over his dick, shamelessly playing with myself as the lewd wetgluckingsounds fill the room.

Cillian’s abs flex, his cock pulsing as he groans. He grips my hair tight in both hands, thrusting aggressively as he takes what webothwant from my mouth.

I’m getting even closer, my fingers a blur on my clit. And when he groans that he’s going to come, I lose all control. I’m still rubbing myself as I pull my mouth away from him, stroking him fast as I look up into his eyes with a face of pure lust.

“Come for me, Sir,” I whimper, watching the venomous green in his eyes turn to emerald fire. “Come in my mouth. Come on my face…Sir.”

With a snarl, he grabs my hair and buries his cock deep in my throat. He thrusts once, twice, and then suddenly, he’s roaring. I whimper, eagerly swallowing the hot spurts of his cum that flood my mouth. Then he’s pulling out, and stroking himself, and I’m suddenly coming myself, rubbing my clit as his cum splatters down my lips, my chin, and my cheeks.

I’ve barely caught my breath before suddenly Cillian’s shoving me down across the couch. I whimper as he rips my blouse open, scattering buttons. He yanks my bra down, and I cry out as his mouth descends to my breasts, his teeth biting and raking over my sensitive nipples.

He roughly shoves my thighs apart, and I jolt when I feel the cold metal of a blade near my thigh. The knife slices through my panties, shredding them away before suddenly, I feel him hot and hard and big right at my opening.

His mouth crushes to mine, heedless of the cum still at the edges. And in one swift move, he fills my eager pussy with every inch of his cock.

I scream, clawing at him, my legs locked around his waist as Cillian proceeds to fuck me like arag doll. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing as he brutally fucks me within an inch of my life.

“I might be broken, Una….”

The words rasp in my ear as I lose myself in him, feeling him utterly take control, claiming every part of me.

“But I’ve never felt more fixed than when I’m with you.”

Our eyes lock, lips an inch apart. Breathing in each other’s air. Drowning in the intimacy.

Damaged and broken together.

When I start to come, my lips hungrily find his. I can feel him crashing over the edge with me, snarling into my mouth as his perfect cock rams into me as brutally and as viciously as I crave, until I can feel his hot cum spilling into me.

“I’ve never felt more fixed, either,” I whisper into his ear as my arms and legs wrap tightly around him.

Maybe he’s a monster and a psychopath. Maybe we all are, a little.

But maybe two broken pieces can fit together to be whole again.

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